When I was a young girl
I had a make-believe world
Where I'd grow up and be married!
I'd meet a man so sweet and
He'd sweep me off of my feet
It seemed so great!
I met a guy in college, and he
Wowed me with his knowledge, but,
He's sure no Cassanova!
Now I'm the bride, he's the groom, and
When we're in the bedroom
I just lay, and just fake away
I'll spread my legs and I'll learn how to try
To do what it takes and just please my guy, so I'll
Say some oooh's
and some aaaah's
Make a face =* (ooh!)
And fakeaway
Out of the fire and into the ice
and always just pray he won't want to go twice, and just
Thrust my hips
Take a trip
In my head...
and fakeaway...
La-da-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da-da-ho-hum!
Wanna feel a spasm
Experience orgasm
But he just can't seem to please me
Maybe it's his Speedo
That's killing my libido
Rather mastrubate, but I fakeaway-yay-yay...
I'll spread my legs and look into his eyes
I'll give him the cursory moaning and sighs, and I'll
Close my eyes
Memorize
My grocery list
And fakeaway
Sometimes he likes when I tickle his ass
I'll do anything if he'll just finish fast, so I
Do the deed
Fill his need
Wash my hands
And fakeaway!
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If only I could be ensured
That I'd get mine while you get yours
I don't know why this escapes me, but
Gonna keep puttin' you on, puttin' you on
Lie away... fake away-hey!
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I'll spread my legs and I'll try not to cry
Sometimes I'm so BORED it brings tears to my eyes, but I'll
Take a nap,
File my nails,
Take a break
and fakeaway...
Why does desire turn into no fun?
If I hadn't promised then I'd turn and run, but I
Thrust my hips
Claw his back
Smack his ass
And fakeaway... fakeaway... fakeaway......
*Song copyright by Kelly Clarkson (or whoever writes her songs) and parody lyrics copyright 2006 by Eric Tomme